Jane lay back on her soft beach towel. Around her, the sounds of the beach filled her ears, the roar of the waves crashing against the sandy beach, the seagulls cawing loudly as they lazily winged through the air overhead.

The young, 19 year old woman adjusted her sunglasses, enjoying the feel of the warm sun on her bikini-clad body. After fifteen or so minutes, she rolled over onto her belly. Reaching behind her back, Jane undid the strap of her top, letting it fall to either side, so she wouldn't get tan lines.

"Hey, Jane!" She heard her best friend, Sally cry as the young woman ran up the beach to her. Jane started to sit up, but at the last minute realized her top was still undone. Hurriedly, she grabbed for her it, covering her breasts.

As she set her top to rights, face a bright crimson, Jane glanced around nervously, checking to see if anyone had seen her wardrobe malfunction. Luckily, the beach was practically deserted. A pair of cute local boys, luckily looking the other way at the moment, an older couple, and one or two other tourists like Jane and Sally.

Jane was still surprised how empty the beaches here were. This time of year, the usual vacation spots were probably packed, with barely enough room to stand, let alone lie down and tan.  One of the benefits of going off the beaten path for Spring Break, Jane supposed.

She'd never even heard of this place before Sally had suggested it when they were planning their spring break. According to her, her brother, now graduated, had taken his younger sister here last year. The island didn't even have its own airport. Their group had to fly into a larger island and take a small boat over.  

If Sally had noticed Jane's mishap, she gave no sign. She was dripping wet and grinning widely as she ran up, kicking sand with her bare feet. "Come on in, the water's great!" she said. She shook her light brown hair, spraying Jane with water.

"Hey!" Gina, the third girl of their group, said, raising a hand against the sudden rain of sand and water. She was sitting next to Jane, but unlike Jane, the young woman wasn't tanning. As far as Jane knew, she'd had her nose pressed between the pages of a book ever since they'd arrived at the airport. She was already on her second novel, some sort of historical fiction novel, judging by the cover.

The young woman brushed sand from her one piece bathing suit and checked to make sure Sally hadn't gotten her book wet. As she did, the fourth and final girl of the group walked over to join them.

"Here, Gin! I found this neat little stand that sells snacks." Chelsea said, kneeling to hand the other girl a Styrofoam cup of shaved ice. "I got your favorite." Chelsea was best friends with Gina, more than friends, Jane suspected, and the reason the bookish girl was here. When they'd invited her, Chelsea had asked if she could invite Gina along as well.

As the two lovebirds sat and snacked on their snow-cones, Sally, grinning, reached down and slipped a thumb in the strap of Jane's top. Jane jumped as she snapped the strap against her back. Laughing, Sally turned and ran for the water, her friend in hot pursuit…


After a couple hours of fun on the beach, the four girls trudged across the beach, happy, exhausted and a little sunburnt, to the small beach-house they'd rented for their weeklong stay, the red sun sinking into the water behind them.
Inside, there was a mad scramble for the house's single bathroom, to wash off the salt and sand they'd picked up.

Jane won by benefit of having the key. She stripped off her bikini, leaving it hanging to dry, and stepped under the shower. After turning the knob, the shower head gurgled a bit, then spat a stream of cold water across the nude woman. Quickly, Jane washed the salt out of her hair and off her skin, before stepping out, shivering a little.

Wrapping herself in a pair of towels, Jane stepped past the other three, waiting for their turn to wash, and headed for the small bedroom she was sharing with Sally. Chelsea and Gina would be sharing the other room and bed.

The four of them had dumped their bags in the rooms when they'd arrived, stopping only long enough to don their swimsuits, before they'd hit the beach. After some searching, Jane found a pair of panties and a bra and a sundress that wasn't too wrinkled by travel and put them on.

When all of them had had a chance of clean up a bit, the women gathered in the beach house's small kitchenette to decide what to do that evening. "I know this bar in town." Sally suggested. "Chuck took me there last year. They don't card people."

"Any objections?" Jane asked. "Then it's agreed. Lead on, Sally!"

"I think I'll pass…" Gina said. "I'm a little tired. I'll just hang out here." Jane rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Gina." Chelsea said, putting an arm around her friend's shoulder. "It'll be fun. I promise." Gina reluctantly agreed. Out of the corner of her eye, Jane noticed the young woman slipping a paperback into her purse, as they left.

The place Sally led them to, was a short walk away, down the beach. It was a small hole in the wall kind of place. It wasn't crowded, well lit, and the local patrons were friendly enough to the four of them. The bartender spoke English, or at least enough English for them to order their drinks.

Gina tried to order a soda, but Chelsea overruled her, ordering drinks for the two of them. "Come on, Gin, it's just one little drink, right? Your mom's not going to show up in the next five minutes and punish you for trying to live a little." She turned to Jane and Sally. "See you two later."

After getting their drinks, the two turned and glanced around the small building, looking for a place to sit down. Jane noticed the two boys she'd seen on the beach sitting at a table. She nudged Sally, who grinned.  

"Mind if we join you?" Jane said, stepping over. The two local boys looked over the two young women, grinning. Belatedly, Jane wished she'd had a chance to put on some makeup before coming. She hadn't wanted to put any on before they went to the beach, though, and the others would have probably murdered her if she'd kept them waiting applying makeup.

Despite that, the two young men, two brothers, it turned out, grinned and nodded. "Sure." The older one said. He introduced himself as Carlos, and his brother as Juan. Jane and Sally gave their names in return.

The four of them chatted amiably as they drank. When Jane and Sally finished their drinks, Carlos waved to the bartender who brought over two more for the girls. Jane smiled appreciatively. Normally she didn't like to accept drinks from strangers, but this trip was cutting a bit into Jane's finances, already tight enough for a young woman working her way through college on waitress' tips. Every little bit helped, right?

With two drinks under her belt, Jane began to talk more freely. "So, how long will you two be staying here?" Juan asked.

"Oh, about a week." Jane replied. "After that, we have to head back to school."

"Your parents must be disappointed you aren't going to visit them during the break." Carlos continued.

"Not really." Jane said. "Sally's an orphan. Her parents died when she was young and I've never been too close to my parents. They didn't understand why I wanted to go to school rather than stay home and marry the old high school sweetheart and raise a dozen rug rats."

A tiny voice inside Jane told her she shouldn't tell so much about herself to two total strangers. She'd seen too many horror movies about the gullible tourists kidnapped and murdered on vacation. But with her inhibitions drowned with alcohol, Jane found it easy to suppress that annoying little voice. Besides, this was real life, not some cheesy horror flick.

Jane nursed her third drink a little slower than she had the first two. It was getting late and they'd be walking back soon. She didn't want to get completely hammered before trying to find their way back to the beach house in a strange town.  

Glancing over, she spotted Gina and Chelsea at a corner table, with a pair of local girls. The four of them were talking and laughing freely, even Gina, normally a wallflower. The shy little girl just needed a little help overcoming her inhibitions, Jane guessed. Too bad she didn't drink normally.

A minute later, the four of them stood and walked over to Jane and Sally's table. "Hey!" Chelsea said, waving. "I think we're going to head out. I met some girls, this is Maria, and this is Amada." The two nodded to Jane, who returned the greeting.

"They've invited me and Gina to their place. We'll probably see you guys tomorrow." Chelsea said, grinning. Jane smirked. Looks like Chelsea was hoping to get a little more than "friendly" with her new friends. From the look of the two, Jane wondered if they didn't have the same idea.

Jane and Sally continued chatting with the two brothers a little longer, then Jane reluctantly excused herself. "Perhaps we'll see each other again." Jane said, winking mischievously, as they exchanged goodbyes. They'd bought her and Sally a couple drinks, she might as well give them some hope for the one-night stand they'd obviously hoped would materialize.

"Besides," Jane thought to herself. "It might be fun…"


"Ughhh…" Jane groaned, sitting up. She had a splitting headache and her mouth tasted like crap, but other than that, not too bad. She'd certainly had worse. Jane was uncomfortably reminded of the morning after homecoming when she'd woke up in a bed with four other people, dressed only in her panties and cuffed to one of the posts…

Sally had stolen the sheets and was currently cocooned in them on the floor beside the bed, snoring loudly. Jane pulled a thin robe from one of her bags and wrapped it around her shoulders against the early morning chill.

Jane walked into the bathroom and got rid of the rest of last night's drinks. She grabbed her bikini from where it had been drying, and changed into it from her pajamas.

Heading into the kitchen, Jane pocked her head into Gina and Chelsea's room. It was empty, the bed undisturbed. Jane grinned, wondering if the two had caught anything last night, or if they'd been caught themselves…

After a quick breakfast, Jane headed out onto the beach. The early morning air was cool, the sand cold beneath her bare feet, not yet heated by the sun's rays. Jane waded out into the ocean and tried to swim a bit, but the water was too cold and she quickly fled back onto shore.

Jane went for a hike, letting the air and rising sun dry her skin, Jane decided to head back to the beach house. It had been half an hour or so, maybe more. The sun had risen up into the sky. Maybe Sally would be up, or Chelsea and Gina would be back and she could see if any of her companions were in any shape to do anything today…

She stepped onto the wood porch and turned the knob on the door. As she opened it, Jane's eyes widened with surprise. Sally knelt on the floor of the room, completely naked. Her hands had been crossed behind her back and bound with rope.

A young woman stood over the captive girl. In one hand, she held Sally's passport. She had a lighter in the other and was getting ready to burn the small blue booklet. She turned, hearing the door open and Jane was surprised to see one of the girls who'd been with Chelsea and Gina last night, Maria, wasn't it?

Before Jane could do anything, the other woman appeared behind her. A hand was clamped across Jane's mouth, silencing her frightened cries. The other grabbed Jane's hands, twisting them painfully behind her back.

"Looks like the early bird gets caught herself." Amada said, grinning evilly. "Hey, Maria! Quit that before you burn the whole place down and help me tie her up!" Jane struggled in the younger girl's grasp, but was helpless. Despite her slim figure, the girl was stronger than she looked. "On your knees." Amada ordered, forcing Jane to her knees.

It didn't help that Jane was too shocked to put up much resistance. She couldn't believe what was happening. This had to be some kind of joke, right? Maria pulled out a coil of rope and tossed it to Amada who quickly bound her captive's wrists together behind her back.

As she did, Maria disappeared into one of the bedrooms. She appeared a moment later. In one hand, she held a pair of panties, balled up. "Open up." She said, approaching Jane. As the captive woman glumly complied, she hoped they were at least hers.

Jane groaned as Maria stuffed the packing into her mouth, pushing it to the back of her throat with one finger. She'd also grabbed a long sock and knotted it in the middle. The knot was pushed between Jane's teeth, the free ends tied behind her head, gagging her.

Leaving her friend to guard their two prisoners, Maria went back into the bedroom and quickly began ransacking the place for any valuables. Helpless, Jane could only watch miserably as the young woman went through her and Sally's things, adding anything valuable to her sack of loot, tossing everything else aside, contemptuously.

Briefly, Jane wondered what had happened to Gina and Chelsea. They'd left with these two. Where were they? She couldn't spare much thought for the, however. She was too busy worrying about herself.

When Maria had finished ransacking the place, Jane had expected they'd leave then, letting Jane and Sally squirm a while before someone came by and found them. To her horror, Amada grabbed Jane and Sally's bound wrists. "Come on," she said, roughly hauling her two captive's to their feet. "You're going for a little ride." Jane and Sally groaned miserably into their gags as they were led out of the house…


"Come on!" Amada growled, shoving her prisoner forward. The young woman grunted miserably into her gag. During the short car ride here, Amada had taken the opportunity to strip Jane's swimsuit off, as well as blindfold and hobble the two captive girl's legs.

"Here" proved to be a small shack on the northern end of the island. The two kidnappers marched their helpless captives from the car to the nearby door. While Maria kept watch for anyone around, Amada unlocked the padlock holding the front door shut and opened it.

The prisoners were quickly hustled inside into the small, one room building, moaning fearfully. Amada grinned to herself. The two bitches would be moaning and groaning even more if they knew what was planned for them! She couldn't wait to see their faces when they finally found out their fate.

Maria might have been in this for the money, not that Amada had anything wrong with the money they were making, but she was in this, first and last, for the chance to deal out misery. To see the horror on a captive woman's face when she realized that as bad as things were for her, they were only going to get worse and that there was no end in sight…  

The two lesbians were still were where they'd been left, lying on the ground, pressed tight together, chest to chest by the ropes binding them. They'd been stripped naked, blindfolded and gagged.

While Maria forced their new set of captives to kneel on the rough dirt floor in the center of the room, Amada went to check on Gina and Chelsea. The women's bare skin was red and covered with welts, testament to their ordeal last night at the hands of their captors.

The vibrator taped between the two girl's crotches had finally run out of power, which was probably what had finally allowed the two, exhausted by their ordeal, to fall asleep. Amada took sadistic pleasure in shaking them awake roughly. "Hey! Wake up, lazy bitches!" She said.

The two groaned into their gags as they realized their captivity hadn't simply been a nightmare, that they were still the bound and gagged prisoners of these two crazy women. They squirmed impotently as Amada untied the two from each other, leaving the rope binding their hands and feet. She dragged them over and set down beside the other captives.

Maria and Amada went down the line, untying the four women's blindfolds, revealing tear-filled eyes wide with fear. The two pairs of girls moaned miserably as they saw that the other two had been captured as well.

"Watch them. I'll go and watch for him." Maria told Amada. She nodded as her partner slipped out the back door of the shack, stepping back and leaning against one wall, where she could watch all four easily. A few minute's past.

Amada noticed Gina and Chelsea had squirmed closer together, and were holding their bound hands together behind their back. She chuckled. Isn't that sweet? She thought to herself. She ought to see that they be sold as a pair. That might be worth a little extra, right?

Amada considered telling the captives what was planned for them, taking the opportunity to scare them a little with some stories about previous captives the two had brought here, like that author lady they'd abducted last week. Boy had she bitched and moaned when they told her what was planned for her…

She was about to speak up, when the door opened and Maria stepped inside. "He's here." She said. A second later, the door opened again and a trio of men stepped into the shack. The lead man was obviously in charge, He was in his mid-fifties, with black hair streaked with grey.

The two men flanking him on either side had the look of hired guns. They wore loose jackets that didn't quite hide the large handguns in shoulder holsters each wore. They were at least a foot taller than Amada and had the physique of linebackers.

The captive girls cowered before the new arrivals as the old man glanced at each one in turn, eyeing the women's nude bodies with an appraising eye. He grinned as he turned to Maria. "Well, well. You've really outdone yourselves this time. I'll have no trouble selling them. $75,000 would be giving them away!" The four captive's moaned fearfully as they took in his words.

"Such a shame…" The man gestured to his bodyguards. Silently, the men reached into their jackets and drew pistols. Amada and Maria went pale as they wound themselves staring down the barrel of a handgun each.

"What the hell!?!" Amada exclaimed. "What are you doing!?!"

"I'm really sorry it had to come to this…" The man continued. The goon in front of Amada gestured with his gun for her to walk over to join Maria. "I like you two. You've done good work for me but I'm afraid that's about to come to an end."

He sighed. "You're operations here are attracting too much attention. Four tourists going missing like this, it's only a matter of time before the police put two and two together. I'd rather they not catch you so you can rat me out to save your own skins. I'm afraid our little arrangement is at an end."
The two kidnappers went pale. "You don't mean…" Maria said.

"Oh don't worry…" The slaver said with a chuckle. "We're not going to kill you. Even if you can't provide me with any new "stock" you two still have some value…" He nodded to his men who produced a pair of handcuffs.

The two kidnappers began loudly complaining in Spanish as the slavers roughly cuffed their hands behind their backs. Amada mumbled curses as she and her partner were gagged with two strips of cloth.

One of the slavers walked over and roughly hauled the four other captives to their feet. The women were marched out the back door. Behind the shack was a small, isolated bay, lined on three sides with trees.

Tied to the end of the rickety wooden pier was a small ocean-going yacht. It had the long, sleek lines of a racing vessel and was painted pitch black, a smugglers vessel. The soon-to-be-sold slaves were hustled up onto the boat and taken below decks.

A few minutes later, the boat slipped the mooring line and headed out to sea. Down in the secret hold, locked inside their cages, the ships captive cargo moaned fearfully into their gags…